I admit the church is beautiful,
brick exterior protecting principled
priceless treasures for eucharist
or other drinking games. The bell,
polished and proud, longs for the clouds
and clings to faith it will ascend
high enough one day.
Ornate symbols of Christ – the cross,
the cup – stainless martyrs dying
in veins running red assault the senses
and scream of deaths, endings
brought from passion and bought
for Christian decoration.
What heaven awaits the haggard,
hungry for purpose or meaning?
What hope rings in these ears,
pulsing with the prospect
of an afterlife of ashes to ashes?
What worship befalls the weary,
the hesitant and the damned?
I lack the faith to answer,
nor can I stop the questions.
(c) 2019 by Phillip Knight Scott
Superbly penned Phillip….. and I resonated with your summary……
” I lack the faith to answer,
nor can I stop the questions.’
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Thanks! I have enough doubt to go around
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Love the “other drinking games” line.
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Thanks!
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Wow! I relate to these thoughts so strongly. “Other drinking games” sums it up so well. My faith is gone these days, seeing nothing meaningful in any of this any more
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This is beautiful ❤ I love the last two lines, so powerful
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Thank you so much!
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Yes Phillip, the essence of such a place of worship well rendered, And yes for sure, the challenge of faith is the thing… Though the core blessing is that we are always free to act ‘in good faith’ with or without being able to sustain any spiritual certainty – that was we grow towards our potential, I believe this much, at least myself…
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Very well said
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gods and religions and flip sides of a coin. Questions seem more full of life than answers on the religion side of the coin.
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At least the questions remain.
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Deep reflections on the faith. Time will test one’s faith in the end, and specially when all else is failing, who do you turn to?
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Deep questions, not easily answered.
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